Xiao Tian was taken aback and asked, "Why do I feel like there's no difference?"
"There is a difference. One is a cultured and educated second-generation rich kid who knows how to control his spending, can package himself well, and gradually move up to the upper class. The other is a spendthrift who only knows how to spend money and enjoy himself. You and Geng Rui are both highly educated intellectuals, and I believe your wisdom will be passed on to your descendants."
You can set aside some money to establish an education fund. You can put the money in Huahong Bank, and they will manage it specifically for you.
"Why do I feel like I gave you the money again?"
"How come it's being given to me? Don't you also have your money in Huahong Bank? Setting up a fund is the same as making a deposit."
"I don't understand, I'd better keep it."
"Suit yourself, stop standing there and get to work. Have you finished that software for automatically locking onto targets yet?"
“No, the algorithm is too complex. I need several mathematicians to assist me,” Xiao Tianna said.
Xing Baohua nodded and said he would go to the project department to apply for a mathematician to provide support.
Although Xiaotian has created the simulation system, it still needs to be tested by the CPU.
In a simulation system, the difficulty in automatically tracking a target lies in the target's mobility. If an aircraft is moving up and down, it can easily break free from the original radar lock. Once it breaks free, the data link will be lost, and the sharing unit will be disconnected.
Lock-on is a crucial factor in guidance; the lock-on unit data needs to be transmitted to the missile to prevent the target from escaping.
This involves the issue of flight trajectory.
Multiple elements need to be written into the software, and the software algorithm is used to lock onto the target. The difficulty lies here: radar experts will provide Xiaotian with various data, and how to program the software using algorithms is a major problem.
Xing Baohua went to the project site to request a mathematician to provide support. After saying hello, he returned around lunchtime.
With most of the work completed and no longer needing to rush, Xing Baohua brought his people up for a meal.
The food at the guesthouse was pretty good; eight people per table, four dishes and a soup, with unlimited rice. This was far inferior to the 48 dishes served at Xing Baohua's place.
This was the best food the guesthouse could offer. Two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, served in a bowl. Not a plate.
Xing Baohua, Zhang Dongshuo, Xiao Tian, Geng Rui, and other members of the group were at a table. Geng Rui saw a dish of stir-fried blood with chili peppers, unsure whether it was pig's blood or sheep's blood. Upon smelling it, she covered her mouth and ran out.
Xiao Tian took a bite and said, "It wasn't prepared well; it does have a bit of a fishy smell."
"Go out and check on them. They're still eating here. While you're at it, take them to the infirmary for a checkup," Xing Baohua said to Xiao Tian.
"She can't stand the smell of fish, it's okay, she'll be fine after vomiting for a while."
"Was this always like this?"
“It started last week.”
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